Indra Vaughn talks Dust of Snow ~ Blog Tour, Excerpt, Exclusive Giveaway

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Title: Dust of Snow
Author: Indra Vaughn
Publisher: Self Published
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Winter Holiday


‘T is the season. Greg’s nights are silent and his bells don’t jingle. This time last year his boyfriend broke up with him, and he’s determined to get through these holidays with only minor bruising. So what if he lives with a cat and his best friend is his mother? Peace and quiet: that’s life how he likes it. Nothing is going to blindside him this year, no sir. Especially not a rogue secret Santa.


Ashley was suspiciously quiet on the ride home. In fact, he’d said the bare minimum to me ever since Frank left. Not that we’d stayed much longer. I offered to help with the rest of the clearing up, but Pete had bustled me into the living room, planted me in his chair, and pushed a snifter of cognac in my hands. I guessed that was his way of saying, welcome to the family.

A bit premature if Ashley’s steel-jawed expression was anything to go by.

“Do you want me to drop you off at home?” was the first thing he asked.

My heart plummeted like a lead weight. My head began to hurt, and a cold dread made goose bumps rise on my arms. I had to swallow and look away before I could answer him. I decided to keep my eyes on the side window, even though all I could see was my own reflection and snow melting against the glass.

I hadn’t shown my best side tonight, had I? I’d turned into a violent, overprotecting boor, and I’d thumped somebody on his ass in front of Ashley’s parents’ house. Oh God. My stomach churned.

“I guess,” I croaked and cleared my throat. “If that’s what you want.”

Ashley said nothing, so it came as a complete surprise when he turned down his street instead of mine. He drove right into his garage and switched off the engine, but he remained where he was with his hands on the steering wheel, firmly planted at ten and two.

“I don’t want you to go home.” His eyes were fixed on a snow shovel hanging off a hook on the wall in front of us. “It’s not that late.”

I blinked in surprise and glanced at the dashboard. It was only ten thirty. I rubbed at my forehead and regretted it when a dull ache throbbed from my fingertips all the way to the back of my skull. “It feels so much later.”

“I know.” At last he fixed his dark eyes on me. Of course the cab light went out right that second. It wasn’t completely dark, but enough to make him hard to read. “You scared the crap out of me, Gregory,” he whispered. “Frank’s a brute. He’s twice the size of you. He could have picked you up and thrown you off the porch. He could’ve—He could’ve seriously hurt you.”

I looked away. The walls of the garage offered me no escape. “I’m sorry.” The words hurt my insides because this conversation could be the beginning of the end, and I would’ve liked to put it off for a little while—maybe have at least this night with him still. But it needed to be said. “I behaved appallingly. I embarrassed you, and I normally—” I bit back the excuse. There was none. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Ashley turned in his seat and gripped my shoulder, so I looked at him. “You can’t—I’m not mad at you. The way you went at him like a tiny ferocious tiger was… inappropriately hot. I was just too damned scared for you to appreciate it. I’m not kidding when I say he’s a brute, and he’s got some awful friends. If he sets his sights on you—” Ashley chewed his thumbnail, a nervous habit I hadn’t seen from him before. “Just watch your back for a while, okay? They think beating up a gay guy is a good way to work up an appetite.”

“He doesn’t even know my name, Ashley. If anything, you’ll have to watch your back.”

“I guess you’re right.” He exhaled, and a world of burdens seemed to slide off his shoulders.

About the Author:

Indra Vaughn moved from Belgium to Michigan in 2008, leaving everything behind that wouldn’t fit in a single suitcase. She now lives in the suburbs of Detroit with a dog who thinks he’s a toddler and a toddler who resembles Bam Bam in more ways than one.

Indra’s professional background is in nursing and Chinese medicine, but she prefers to spend time making up stories about mysterious men and their unrequited love.

If you ever meet her, ask her about that teenage angst-infused poetry collection. That’ll break the ice for sure.

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Indra Vaughn has kindly offered 1 lucky commenter their choice of backlist eTitles.

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Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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12 thoughts on “Indra Vaughn talks Dust of Snow ~ Blog Tour, Excerpt, Exclusive Giveaway

  1. I enjoyed reading the excerpt I will be adding the book to my wishlist thank you for the giveaway.


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